I am me in so many ways.
No one but me to stand and face my challenging days.
But sometimes, I feel like someone new.
A slightly different person or one that merely grew.
At times, I knew how I got here.
With mental muscle and a breathe the path became clear.
I was to stand and face my personal fears.
To stop avoiding and allow for tears.
But, it doesn’t happen overnight.
And sometimes it feels like a really tough fight.
Sometimes, I feel tired and sore.
But then I remember all those times at the shore.
When I wiggled my feet in the sand,
and I knew which side of this struggle I would land.
Change is a process, that much I know.
Even if I grow impatient, I will maintain my steadfast joyish glow.
For I have seen what happens when a seed becomes a tree,
and grows so much taller than me.
Its roots firmly planted deep in the earthen ground.
It doesn’t fail to bend with grace as the wind makes a boisterous sound.
I am that tree in so many ways.
I return to my roots and I soak in the sun’s rays.
This is how I know my journey is true.
For each and every day I am thankful for the morning dew.